The Terrible Fall

The night was black, the owl did call,
I stood upon the silo tall,
Never suspecting I would fall...
Thanks to the boy who bumped me.


Though frightened, I had stayed alert, 
No thoughtless slumberings did divert me
from my task 'till I got hurt...  
Thanks to the boy who bumped me... 

A poem by Constance Contraire on The Mysterious Benedict Society #2: Perilous Journey. I like this poem.  Very. Freaking. Much. If only my school gave me these poems to study. Instead of the boring one. Oh, I hope Constance DOES exist.